1991
Denali
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Finally, we made it across the world. It felt awesome to be out of the country and exploring different places that we had never seen before. Germany was our start, and I was thrilled, thanks to Phil for getting me excited about it this last week.
We were all called to go to the front of the hotel to gather up our things and get them in the bus. Of course the roadies would do that for us, all we had to do was get in the bus essentially.
"Read to play your first big show?" Phil asked, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"Ready as I'll ever be" I replied, watching him smile as we walked out to the bus together.
We all pulled into the bus and we're on our way to the stadium. It was cool to watch the scenery at this time, as the sun made it's finally peeks of sun rays. It made the sky a hazy yellow and orange, instantly making me mesmerized by its beauty.
"Wouldn't it be cool to live here?" I asked Rex who sat next to me also staring out the window at the view.
"Hell yeah, this place is awesome" he nodded.
"You are from Texas too?" I asked, receiving a nod in return.
"Born and raised, what about you? Obviously you aren't from America" He stated laughing lightly.
"I'm from Quebec, you know?" He shook his head no.
"Oh, it's in Canada...you'll have to visit, I'm sure you will anyways in the future with the band"
"But you live in New York now right?" He asked.
"Yes, hopefully it's not permanent though I don't wanna be there forever although it isn't too bad"
Mine and Rex's conversation ended when the bus hit the breaks and we were outside of the stadium. Before, it seemed like a breeze, but now there was a lump forming in my throat and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Most of all I felt so alone, like I was the only nervous one.
All of us went into the stadium, the Roadies following behind carrying all the equipment and lugging it on the back stage area for the rest of the crew to set up. As soon as we made it to the backstage everyone was looking for something. The Pantera boys were especially looking for booze.
"Hey Denny, want a beer?" Phil asked, but before I could answer I felt my stomach twist, making me rush to a nearby bathroom or bucket.
I ran past him and into my dressing room to find the small bathroom located inside. Whipping open the door, I released my nausea and flushed the toilet. Anxiety was the worst for me, and because I was skinny it was worse. Getting overbearing waves of nausea that hits you like a train.
"Denny?" My dressing room door was being knocked on by my manager and Phil. I'd have to assume everyone else was there aswell considering I could never be alone anymore. Every inch of privacy I owned now shared.
I got up and brushed my teeth quickly hoping that John wouldn't knock any louder but before he did I opened the door. His harm caught in the air, then placed it down.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 - p. anselmo
Fanfiction༉‧₊˚. ❝ there I laid next to the person I wanted to talk to least, knowing he was my sense of reality, my saviour... ❞ of course this wouldn't be easy. denali decided on the worst mistake of her life which would be to join pantera's bus for the...
